The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1887-12-01

Their heaven has no Christ in 1t, and
heaven without Christ, though you could
sweep the whole universe into it, would
be hell! Oh, they tell us there are no
songs there, there are no coronations in
heaven-t that is all imagination. They tell
us we will do there about what we do
here, only on larger scale-geometrize
with clearer intellect and with alpen-
stock go clamberingaup over the icebeTgs
in an eternal vacation. Rather than
that, turn to my Bible, and I find
Johns picture of that good land, that
heaven which was your lullaby in in
fancy, that heaven which our children
in the Sabbath school will sing about this
afternoon-that heaven which has a
''well at the gate
After you have been on long journey,
and you come in all bedusted and tired
to your home, the first thing you want is
refreshing ablution; and I am glad to
know that after we get through the pill
grimage of this world-the hard, dusty
pilgrimage will find a well at the
gate. In that one wash away will go
our sins and sorrows. I do not care
whether cherub or seraph or my own de
parted friends in that at>blessed land place
to my lips the cup; the touch of that cup
will be life, will be heaven! I was read
ing of how the ancients sought for the
fountain of perpetual youth. They
thought if they could only find and drink
out of that well the old would become
young again, the sick would be cured,
and everybody would have eternal iuven-
escence. Of course, they could not find
it, Eureka! have found it!-''the water
Of the well of Bethlehem, which is by the
gate"
think we had better make a bargain
with those who leave us, going out of
this world from time to time, as to where
we will meet them. Travellers parting
appoint place of meeting. They say:
"We will meet at Rome, or we will meet
at Stockholm, or Vienna, or Jerusalem,
or Bethlehem" Now, when we come
to stand by the death pillow of those who
are leaving us for the far land, do not let
us weep as though we would never see
them again, but let us, there standing
appoint a place where we will meet
Where shall it be? Shall it be on the
banks of the river? No. The banks are
too long, Shall it be in the temple? No
l4O' IiittS 10 5dtIl lttSt tllete-lSll
thousand times ten thousand Where
shall we meet our loved ones? Let Us
make an appointment to meet at the well
by the gate. Oh, heaven! Sweet heaven.
Dear heaven! Heaven, where our good
friends are! Heaven, where Jesus Is!
Heaven! Heaven!
But while ] stand here there comes 8
revulsion of feeling when look into your
eyes and know there are souls here dying
of thirst, notwithstanding the well at the
gate. Between them and the well Of
heaven there is a great army Of sin; and
though Christ is ready to clear a way to
that well for them, they will not have his
love or intercession.
But am glad to know that you may
come yet. The well is here-the well Of
heaven. Come; do not care how feeble
you are: Let me take hold of your arm,
and steady you ITO the well curb. lilo.
every one that thirsteth, come. " would
rather win one soul to Christ this morn
ing than wear the crown of the world 5
dominion Do not let any man go away
and say did not invite him, Oh, if you
could only just look at my Lord once; if
you could Just see him full in the face; ave,
if you could only do as that woman did
whom read about at the beginning of the
services-,just come up behind him and
touch his feet-methinks you would live.
In northern New Jersey one winter, three
little children wandered off from home
in snow storm. Night came on.
Father and mother said, ''Where are the
children?" They could not be found.
/ They started out in haste, and the news
ran to the neighbors, and before morn
ing it was said that there were hundreds
of men hunting the mountains for those
three children, but found them not.
After while man imagined there was
place that had not been looked at and
he went and saw the three children. He
| examined their bodies. He found that
the older boy had taken off his coat and
wrapped it around the younger one, the
| baby, and then taken off his vest and
/ put it around the other one; and there
/ they all died, he probably the lirst, for he
/ had no coat or vest. Oh, it was a touch
/ ing scene when that was brought TO
/ light! l was on the ground a little while
/ after, and it brought the whole scene to
my mind; and / thought to myself OF a
more melting scene than that. 1t is that
Jesus, our elder brother, took off the
robe of royalty, and laid aside the last
garment OF earthly comfort, that ne
might wrap our poor souls from the
blast. Oh, the height, and the depth,
and the length and the breadth of the
love Of Christ!